The Golden Age of Basketball

()(I was out of town, and the hotel’s network was suddenly cut off! Sorry, it’s not on time at seven o’clock, so I’ll let everyone watch more news broadcasts.)

Winter nights always come very early, and for Los Angeles, this is the time when people's lives start to become more colorful.

All kinds of sports competitions will be held at night, wine, movie theaters, and dance halls also emit fascinating light in the dark night. It has to be admitted that human beings in modern society may only find their own fun in the dark night.

Gan Guoyang opened the thick curtains, looking at the continuous flow of vehicles and crowds outside the window, he couldn't wait to return to Portland.

"At this time, Portland should be very quiet?" Gan Guoyang looked at the clock in the hotel, it was already past 10 o'clock in the evening.

After 10:30, Portland, especially the West End, is as quiet as a farm on the western wilderness, unlike Los Angeles, where the bustling and noisy will last until the next morning.

After entering the NBA, Gan Guoyang no longer lived with his teammates in turns like he did in the NCAA, but began to live in a single room alone.

He turned on the TV. At this time, the US presidential election was being broadcast on the TV. Ronald Reagan of the Republican Party and Walter Mondale of the Democratic Party were doing their final canvassing speeches on TV.

On November 11, the day after tomorrow, the results of the general election will be announced to the public. Judging from the current situation, Reagan's victory in this election is basically guaranteed, and his re-election as president is already a certainty.

Gan Guoyang still remembers that when he first arrived in the United States, the first major news he heard was the assassination of Ronald Reagan, and his aunt was in charge of defending the case at the time.

"It's true that if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed!" Gan Guoyang thought while lying on the bed, and he also thought of Reagan's speech at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.

When he changed several TV stations in a row, he finally saw a channel broadcasting sports programs, which was NBC. He couldn't help but stop the remote control in his hand. The evening sports news about the situation of the NBA was being broadcast on the TV.

"There are only two NBA games in total today. In Los Angeles in the west, the Lakers ushered in a challenge from the Portland Trail Blazers at home. The Los Angeles Lakers kept suppressing the Trail Blazers throughout the game, leading the score from start to finish Among them, Magic Johnson scored 11 points in a row in the fourth quarter, helping the Lakers withstand the Blazers' strong counterattack."

"As for the Trail Blazers, their rookie, the No. 39 pick sunny-gump shockingly scored 15 points and 22 rebounds, of which he scored 21 points in the first half, but other players played mediocre, only Drakes Le scored [-] points, Vandeweghe played well in the third quarter, but was frozen and misfired when chasing points in the fourth quarter, and finally they regretted..."

Gan Guoyang turned off the TV with a "snap". Looking at the game review screen on the TV, he still couldn't accept it. This was his first loss since entering the NBA.

Gan Guoyang knows that as long as you participate in a basketball game, losing is inevitable. There is no undefeated team unless you only play for a short time.

However, Gan Guoyang's team has never tasted the taste of defeat since the warm-up game against UCLA in November 1983, and it has been a whole year since this game.

What should come will always come, but in such a game where he tried his best and scored exciting statistics, the result of the loss made it all come to naught—at least Gan Guoyang thinks so now.

In fact, he learned a lot from this game, whether from the coach or from the opponent, he got more than the previous four games.

Apart from the detailed experience in those games, the most important thing is that Gan Guoyang has begun to understand the process and rhythm of nba games. In such a long and high-intensity series of games, if he can't grasp its frequency, he will only be eliminated by the cruel league out.

Take this game as an example, it's just an ordinary nba regular season, although he is broadcast live across the United States, although he has earned enough eyeballs and revenue for the league.

But for the players, this is a game, and it's over when it's over, and there are more challenges waiting for them.

"Perhaps the NBA is a place that teaches people how to face failure or enjoy victory..." Gan Guoyang lay on the bed, trying to find a suitable reason for the loss of the game.

For example, winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs, and there is no undefeated team; for example, the Lakers are already superior, and it is an honor to lose to the western hegemony, and to keep the suspense until the last 3 minutes; for example, his own performance in this game Great, still rocking the league...

However, no matter how you think about it, there is no way to erase the pain that failure brought to Gan Guoyang. The deep hatred for failure has long been deeply engraved in Gan Guoyang's heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, and he had already figured out what kind of training he would use to punish himself when he returned to Portland.

"Ding dong!"

Just when Gan Guoyang was lying on the bed and struggling with the loss of the game, the doorbell of the room rang.

Gan Guoyang got up from the bed and was about to open the door. Perhaps Drexler wanted to come to the room and say something to himself.

But when he opened the door, he found that standing in front of the door was Wang Fuxi.

"Fuxi?" Gan Guoyang looked at Wang Fuxi standing at the door. She was wearing a fur-trimmed peaked cap and a denim jacket, holding a square box in her hand.

"Hmph..." Wang Fuxi stood at the door without speaking, but hummed softly, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

Only then did Gan Guoyang remember that Wang Fuxi had come to watch the game at the Great Western Forum, but was a small number of Blazers supporters.

In the past, Wang Fuxi has always been a fan of the Lakers, and since Gan Guoyang was selected to the Trail Blazers, she has naturally become a supporter of the Trail Blazers.

After the game, Gan Guoyang also wanted to find Wang Fuxi, but the depression after the defeat made him wish to fly out of the city immediately.

But at that time, the nba was short of funds, and there was no way to guarantee the return of the away team by special plane immediately after the game. Gan Guoyang could only quickly return to the hotel and lock himself in the room, to get rid of the pain of failure alone.

As a result, he left Wang Fuxi behind. Fortunately, the staff of the Blazers knew Wang Fuxi. Through them, Wang Fuxi found Gan Guoyang's room number, so he approached the door.

"I'm sorry Fuxi...I..."

Before Gan Guoyang finished speaking, Wang Fuxi walked in, put down the box in his hand, and hugged Gan Guoyang gently.

The tall Gan Guoyang suddenly felt that he seemed much smaller, because he was hugged by Wang Fuxi.

Wang Fuxi didn't speak, and Gan Guoyang didn't know what to say. This reminded him of the time when he came to Los Angeles two years ago after he lost the high school league finals.

At that time, two people often walked on the street silently, like two people who didn't know each other.

But at that time, Gan Guoyang's loss and depression seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and he felt unusually calm and peaceful.

Afterwards, he experienced the turmoil of changing schools. Wang Fuxi did not say anything, but supported him with actions. Regardless of her mother's objection, she resolutely chose to apply for Gonzaga University and wanted to be with Gan Guoyang.

Gan Guoyang gently rested her chin on Wang Fuxi's head. This girl laughed loudly and unscrupulously when they were happy and happy, and was silent, tenacious and silently supported him when he was in pain and hardship.

Gan Guoyang once asked Wang Fuxi what she likes about herself. From the perspective of others, it seems that basketball is the only thing in Gan Guoyang's life. Everyone else, even Gan Guoyang's father, seems to have to give way to this yellow ball.

Wang Fuxi, who is usually bubbly and lively, always smiled and said nothing at this time, but looked at Gan Guoyang with firm eyes, and occasionally said: "I just like it."

Gan Guoyang always attributed this to fate. Fate sent him back to this time and space. Fate made him meet this girl. Fate made him connect with the NBA.

It's just that he doesn't know what else fate will bring him, countless honors and championships, or a regrettable failure.

Holding this treasure given to him by fate, Gan Guoyang kissed Wang Fuxi's forehead, and hugged her to the side of the bed, holding her two fragrant buttocks with one big hand. Gan Guoyang's powerful hands could still feel the smoothness and softness.

"A-Gump...you...don't..." Wang Fuxi, who had been silent before, suddenly became soft and charming, and the forehead that had been kissed was instantly red.

"Why not? I just want to love you well. My life is not only about basketball, but also about you..." After Gan Guoyang could feel the smoothness even after a few floors, his breathing became heavy all of a sudden.

"But, but...you are very tired after the game..." Wang Fuxi resisted uselessly, trying to avoid Gan Guoyang's kissed mouth, but at the same time leaned closer and closer to Gan Guoyang.

"It's okay... I can play three more... No, five overtime games... There is no problem at all." Gan Guoyang's physical strength has never been a problem.

Gan Guoyang's cold hands had already unbuttoned Wang Fuxi's denim jacket, and penetrated into Wang Fuxi's warm and comfortable upper body clothes. Touching the tender and hot skin, Gan Guoyang felt his fingertips trembling .

And Wang Fuxi, whose skin was scratched by Gan Guoyang's crampons, had goosebumps on every inch of her skin. She still remembered the first time with Gan Guoyang, and Gan Guoyang touched her gently like this. Wang Fuxi felt that something was leaking from his pores, probably the soul.

Gan Guoyang lifted the quilt and squeezed both of them into the bed. Instead of taking off Wang Fuxi's clothes, he stuck his head into Wang Fuxi's sweater. He was afraid that taking off the clothes would make her catch cold.

Inside the sweater, which was warm and smelled of Wang Fuxi's body fragrance, was a dark but bright world.

A ray of light coming in from the collar of the collar shone on Wang Fuxi's snow-white skin, reflecting a layer of white jade-like brilliance. Gan Guoyang couldn't help but want to lick the soft and delicate feeling with the tip of his tongue. He could imagine On the surface of Wang Fuxi's skin mixed with a little sweat, it is full of female sex hormones that can make men go crazy.

What's more, near the neckline, the two high-rise parts, surrounded by the white bra, reveal a deep groove for the light to enter.

Gan Guoyang followed the direction of the deep ditch and kept going upwards. Fortunately, Wang Fuxi's sweater was elastic enough, otherwise Gan Guoyang might be squeezed to death on the white and slippery belly.

"A-Gump, are you bored...uncomfortable?" Wang Fuxi's voice was thick and nasal, as if it was her who was bored, not Gan Guoyang.

"Forrest Gump, you made me so itchy... Ah!" Wang Fuxi suddenly felt the bulge on the right chest was surrounded by a piece of warmth and moisture, like a baby licking in front of the mother's chest, but the slightly rough and heavy feeling, It made her whole back arched, as if she couldn't bear the sweltering heat and curled up like a shrimp.

Soon, after this whisper, Wang Fuxi had no more words, only low sobs and heavy panting.

An hour later, it has become deeper and deeper, but the prosperity of Los Angeles still seems to have not faded. In many places, the wonderful life has just begun.

And in Gan Guoyang's room, a collection of smells mixed with sweat, fragrance and other smells permeated it, casting a primitive smell.

Gan Guoyang felt great now. After another big battle, he returned with a big victory, and seemed to get the satisfaction of victory from it, to dilute the shadow of defeat on the basketball court.

But there was no loser in this match. Both sides in the battle were lying on the bed contentedly. They still didn't have too many words, but they didn't need too many words.

"Dinglingling~" The ear-piercing ringtone of the phone broke the warm tranquility in the room.

"Oh my God, why would someone call?" Gan Guoyang felt very strange, how could someone call him in the hotel in Los Angeles.

"Hello~" Gan Guoyang asked after answering the phone.

"Hello, I'm magic." A name that Gan Guoyang couldn't believe came from the other end of the phone.

"What's the matter?" Gan Guoyang instantly raised his vigilance. In his opinion, the name magic itself is worthy of vigilance.

"I don't know if you have time? I know it may be a little late, but I would like to invite you out for a drink."

Gan Guoyang was a little unbelievable after hearing what he said. It was past 11 o'clock, and he invited his opponent out for a drink?Is it to celebrate the Lakers' victory and mock yourself as a loser by the way?

Gan Guoyang was silent for a while and was about to refuse when the other end of the phone spoke again.

"There is another old friend of yours who wants to meet you. He said that you have helped him a lot. This time he must meet you when he comes to Los Angeles, so he also found me. He is a big man. The two of us combined Not as good as him."

These words suddenly aroused Gan Guoyang's curiosity. What old friends does he have in Los Angeles?Reggie Miller?Chalmers?But these two guys are not what Johnson said, they are more famous than the magician and Gan Guoyang combined.

"Okay, tell me where it is, and I will go there myself." Gan Guoyang thought about it and agreed to Johnson's invitation.

Johnson told Gan Guoyang the address, and Gan Guoyang hung up the phone.

"What's the matter, Gan? Who will call you so late, where are you going?" Wang Fuxi asked worriedly from the side.

"I think, I'm probably going to a Hongmen banquet."

"Then you eat the apple pie I brought you. I made it myself, although it's not very delicious..."

"Well, but what you cook is always the best."